Kayla has found another inspirational photo this week. I believe it’s time to play, no? She slipped her hand back in her lap to conceal the tremor. Abby had considered this fantasy, brought herself off by it daily, but facing the reality of it made her pulse race with more than a small amount of …
Does our tenuous connection hold you so tight? The “I” of it tries to tie me when this “miss” was made to believe that the “you” just wanted a fluid exchange So our loose strand that was no more than a hairbreadth from breaking apart Suddenly feels like a solid tightrope This “I” can still …
Back to play? I’ll make it worth your while then. It was God-awful hot! A haze seemed to paint the air both inside and out. She couldn’t take off enough clothes or lay still enough to cool off. She’d stripped down to her skin and sprawled out on her bed with a glass of …
Something to wake up to. It’s that time again. That (pants around your knees, hand between your thighs, head tossed back in pleasure) Time. And would you moan for me on this Monday? Here’s something familiar to help you get there… An arm slid around her waist just as she lifted the pan to turn the …
I lifted my hand, palm up, and extended it toward her. She sat on the plush couch in my office, a distance away from where I’d positioned the chairs in front of my desk. The expression on her face far too worldly for a child of ten. I knew her history. Not in detail, but …
A story crafted with someone in mind. – Sit back and let me see you spread wide. Even as he sent the text he wondered if she’d go through with it. He clamped a hand over his mouth as the picture flashed on his screen. She’d sent him a full on shot of her pussy and …
Been a bit, huh? See here for other parts. Here’s what came just before this. He was intent on dragging her the entire distance by hanks of her hair if the strands slipping from her head were any indication. The pace he set made rising to her feet impossible, and her scalp screamed in agony as …
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” The tone of her voice didn’t change, but the command threading through her words made him hard as a rock. He licked his lips as a nervous energy coursed through him along with the sharp edge of arousal as he contemplated what would happen if – …
She turned her head for a kiss and his hips froze mid thrust. Just having her eyes on him sent a shudder of revulsion down his spine that galvanized him. Holding her hip in a grip he knew would leave bruises, he snagged her hair with his other hand, pulling back until her back bowed. …
I’ve been slacking on Please because of work. While I get moving on editing a bit before posting, enjoy an older story. There’s something about the broad expanse of a man’s back that gets me unbelievably wet. It screams strength, power, and force. Just the sight of a bare back, those muscles flexed, that power …